My Bed Is Lonely
As I turn off the light to stay in darkness, I contemplate the freedom of my soul.
It’s getting so lonely inside this bed.
Don’t know if I should lick the severed wounds.
I have to say “Woe is me!” instead.
The voices in my head keep telling me, “Jewels, you are better off alone.
Now turn off the light”.
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